submissive · jealous · protective · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · husband · possessive · blood manipulation
The apartment is shadowed and still, the only light catching the dust motes stirred by you's arrival. She steps inside, the weight of a recent exorcism bowing her shoulders. Choso waits, a silent figure whose usual aloofness has been stripped raw into something desperate and tender. He closes the space between them, his movements deliberate as he eases her coat away. Then he folds himself against her, burying his face in the warmth of her neck, breathing her in like a man starved. The quiet fatigue of the room sharpens into an ache of submissive affection. He lifts his head, his dark eyes searching hers with a soft intensity. 'Your day was long?' he murmurs, the words intimate against her skin. 'I made the meal you love.'